my religion

Me?

i am a mean old
Manichaean
my seer like insanity
brightly isolating me
from the sober darkness
of certainty

the fool i am playing
is a kind of
inoculation
against death

gon/ome

like an octopus
i left her behind me
but still clung on
with a stick on pad/ so i could feel her heart /beat

enormous impossible
that is the btwigged truth
trust in me/ it's justice.
meat server/ rendevous in a bad park

god gor-geous
that licking stick
part truth part deaf to lies
bande/apart be a big winner/ be real